Tag: yohji yamamoto

on nickel + allergies + the unfortunate combination of the two

What happens when you develop a physical intolerance to your wardrobe? On bondage gear fate and hopeless metal sensitivities, a taste of my latest piece, “Allergic to Fashion,” on the Style Con: “It appeared that my nickel allergy was (quite literally) itching to thwart my accessory style, namely my bondage gear, cc: harness collection, and hence, debilitating my layering game. But what does a fiend do in such an, okay, less literal bind when it...

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a sartorial superlative wish list for our collective 2014 future

It’s 17 degrees outside mid-Polar Vortex, and protesters in Kiev riot at the Square of Independence in what I perceptibly discern to be utter hell fire, just as nearly 100 people die of a terrorist attack in Nigeria and the world runs out of chickenpox vaccines. The gloom! The doom! Additionally, I just lost an eBay auction for rare Twin Peaks memorabilia, Justin Bieber is going to rehab, my iPhone is shattered, and it’s- gulp- Superbowl season,...

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public relations, november 2013

Are you currently residing in the People’s Republic of China? Do you subscribe to Self China? Do you read Vogue.com, or better yet, look at its conglomeration of Phil Oh-lensed street style photographs circa the proper noun that is Paris Fashion Week? If you answered yes to either question, congratulations, you can skip reading this as I direct you to something more worth your time, like NPR, or perhaps the Yohji Yamamoto section of Yahoo Japan....

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under construction // bondage and bustles

Blame it on the eternal spirit of Halloween, of the freaky and otherworldly that live on in my bewitched heart year round, or just my penchant for sartorially shocking my mother (hi Mom!), but as autumn’s progressed, and as my layers continue to multiply, I’ve become attached- rather, glued- to my small collection of Zana Bayne harnesses, enamored by the transformative power of fashion’s iteration of bondage wear. The subversion of fetish-wear denotes a certain...

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rapunzel, warrior princess

Because it’s Labor Day, and my personal interpretation of “resting from one’s chores” equates to pulling my figurative braid out of the castle window to 1) raid some tombs/kick ass, and 2) gorge on ice cream/show some ass. I did not manage the former, regardless of my cob-webbed knit (hereby claiming they are “stalagmite-shredded”) and samurai warrior belt- and in spite of my doll shoes, but I did, however, complete the latter, with salty caramel...

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